#its way too fucking cursed

[wildstar25]

G'raha looked so serious while he pleaded his case to venture into the World of Darkness with the Warrior of Light. The sudden conviction in his tone had Arsay at a loss for words. Still, she did not hesitate to meet his request with an accepting nod. He was an important friend and in the passing moons that they'd come to know each other, a strong fondness for him had taken hold of her. The prospect of helping G'raha find the truth behind his mysterious inheritance made Arsay's heart pound. It was the perfect venture for them to embark on. The first of many, she hoped. The two turned towards the impossibly tall spire that dared to pierce the heavens above. Arsay's resolve strengthened in its presence. When they next find themselves gazing at the tower -with their quest completed and the world no longer under threat of total destruction- she'll properly ask G'raha to be a companion in her travels. A grin crept its way onto her face as her gaze shifted to him. If Arsay could find it within herself to bare her heart to others so readily just as he does… perhaps their future adventures will find them together, hand in hand.

#ffxiv #wolgraha #WOL posting #G'raha tia #Arsay Nun #graharsay #idk just a random passage in my head that I needed to get out #im not a writer and im not pretending to be one but it was in my brain so sorry if its not as readable as I think it is #anyways imagine you are the loneliest catgirl in the world #and you meet a guy who is so swagless and cringe but in a charming way and he connects with you on a fundamental level #and you become really good friends and every time you show up he smiles in a way that makes your heart do somersaults #and you start thinking that maybe people actually like having you around not just when they need you to kill and destroy things #you let yourself open up a little and you're met with kindness and you realize you are very in love actually #but because you're still figuring out how to talk about your feelings you wait a little too long #and that guy seals himself up in a tower and tells you he'll think about your heroism in the future #and you are very sad and angry about this but thats not allowed so instead you put that energy to being the hero of all time #and every day you go to work you see the structure that reminds you of him and you cant let go of those what if feelings n ur cursed 5ever #would that be fucked up or what

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

I'm very excited for more content of your lights out au, I'm so eager to see just how good you can get at writing/creating angst!

oh babey. thats where i Shine.

#i have gotten many a fic comment where people curse me out and/or say that they cried #sometimes i get someone saying i made them sob #its a compliment every time and i strive for it! #i dont fuck around with my fics i Do Not Hold Back and that is a Warning #this is the only aspect of my creations that im confident in #and hopefully soon you'll all See! you will see. #just a little taste its nothing too intense really. #id label it more hurt/comfort than straight up angst #but yeah if people arent crying im doing it wrong #i rarely do it wrong. #JESTING JESTING im not That good. now im just exaggerating for a Humorous Touch #rambles from the bog #i might. miiiiiight. might might might maybe mayhaps might #write a certain scene from lights out that everyone already knows will happen #so... might as well dust off my hurt / no comfort skills #could be fun. i want to hurt people again #in a good safe 'you Chose to read this' way #theres a certain feeling that comes with being someone who enjoys writing angst #the happiness i get from people telling me my writing hurt them. Yes <3 #so so validating. so fulfilling. #just read through some old fic comments on my better works and mmmmm talk about an ego boost....

[qeyond]

First kiss <3

#qeyond sucks #birthdaymassacre #beyond birthday #naomi misora #misora massacre #puts them in my mouth and shakes my head like a dog #GOD I LOVE THEM #played with a line filter and OH MY GOD? love it? hope yall like it too >:3c #okay okay okay but the color gradients!!! i see naomi as a purple and B is red of course #and i really wanted them to both be their own colors and have B's red bleeeeeed into naomi and like slowly take over her purple #UGH god #now why does B even have his eyes open in the last you ask? is it cuz hes just a lil weird guy? well kinda #more so its disbelief that a) someone he admires so much is actually giving him real human affection #and b) well i mean hes reminded every single second of everyday that everyone around him is gonna die so hes making sure shes real and #also not going to fucking die by kissing him or something because for real this guy believes hes just cursed and not human #he gets close to ppl and they die horribly ... cough A cough... #anyway enjoy these as you want either way <3 #death note #art #q art

[vigilskeep]

hey do you guys ever think about how justice’s inexperience with people and anders’ reliance on laughing over his trauma would’ve made justice wholly unprepared for the kind of shame and hurt and fear that was now suddenly a part of him. i think abt it!

#theres this dialogue snippet in my word doc of hawke and justice getting to talk #a few actually but in this specific one hawke says smth abt anders being too critical of himself #and the rough next line is just like ‘justice shivers; hunches’ #(the semi-colon being a comma curse tumblr tag restrictions) #anyway that fucking haunts me #i just think abt being stuck in there as suddenly part of someone who can be like so violent to himself and you are now himself #like its kind of terrible and ironic that justice is much more likely to be in a bad way #not because anders is innately hateful and too angry and a contaminant or whatever but because anders THINKS he is like that #idk i just want to shake anders a little and be like stop talking to yourself this way dont u know ur friend is in there!!! #and not even just all that but justice suddenly gaining access to all his memories and like his experience in the circle #like justice obviously cares a lot abt the injustice but hes never EXPERIENCED anything like that and to suddenly have that a part of u. man #justice #to be centred around an ideal of justice and suddenly know so completely how badly ur friend who is now urself has been hurt #and theres so little they can DO abt it all for so long...

[soups-archive]

So here's the thing about the cursed team:

One of the few things not heavily up for interpretation about the eye's message is that if the cursed team loses, everybody and their egg's lives will be lost.

But I don't think they explicitly have to win for their lose condition to be avoided.

The eye mentions what the non-cursed teams would get for winning, though vaguely. The fact that there are rewards for winning (rewards that contradict what the eye had just said if the cursed team has to win for everyone to survive) for the non-cursed teams means there's a way for them to win without the curse killing or trapping everybody.

In other words, it seems like the cursed team, whoever they are, just needs to avoid getting dead last in order for some of the eggs to survive. Even second place will suffice.

#qsmp #soup speaks #idk if other people have arrived at this conclusion yet i havent been too up to date with everybody's theories #either way please for the love of god let the cursed team not be red we are all so fucked if its them #(i say this as a red viewer lmao)

[angellurgy]

:]

#AAAAAAAAAAAAA FUCKFUCKFUCK #CONDTANT UNENDING SILENT SCREAMING #NO WORDS BUT FORCED TO UNDERSTAND STILL UNESCAPABLE I CANT I CANT I CANT #ill never be anything ill never be anything ill never be anything at all to any of you #too fucking tired to go out of the house for so long no way to stop being tired its all wearing down on me like a fucking curse. too much #CANT CANT CANT take 10 more days of this waiting itll just go back to normal after #TRIED TO LIVE BUT WHAT IS THE POINT WHAT IS THERE EVEN FOR ME NO LOVE NO CARE NO IMPORTANCE NO PLACE #FADING MEMORY REMNANTS OF MY SOUL DRIPPING OUT OF MY HEAD LIKE A GUTTER. NO ONE WILL REMEMBER. EVEN I CANT. #AAAAAAAAAAA rotrotrotrotrotrotrotrotrot wish i just had a fucking dad to hold me wish i had a brother to show me the loving care noone will #please. llease. please. nothing left nothing left everyone wants me less with every single post but icant stop #cooped up inside. tumblrs knly good when you have a life outside of it. i cant fight it tho bc of this fucking EXHAUSTION #caused by the emotional pain and exclusion. eternal loop. let me.out #NOT LIKE IT MATTERS TO ANYONE BUT THE FEW WHO CANT HELP. THE FEW WHO CANT MAKE MY SITUATION BETTER. I JUST WANT A GROUP. #I KNOW COMMUNITY ISNT REAL BUT I FUCKING WANT SOMETHING. PLEASE #LET ME OUT. GIVE ME LIFE. INSTEAD OF THIS CONSTANT FUCKING VOID GROWING BLACK MOLD ON THE CREVICES OF MY SKULL #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa nothing is giving me life right now i want sometbing i cant create anything i dont wanna die but i have no choice #FIGHT THROUGH THE TIREDNESS WALK INTO THE FOREST IN THE NIGHT AND ROT. #SLIT MY WRISTS EVEN THOUGH IT WONT DO SHIT. LAY ON A BLANKET AND LET THE COLD TAKE ME #WOULDNT BE THE FIRST TIME IVE BEEN CLOSE TO IT. LEAST I CAN GO ALL THE WAY. GOD WHY DO I TRY. I WANT TO TRY. I HAVE NOTHING TO TRY FOR. #NO OTHER CHOICE.

[cubedmango]

thought id see some deep and thought-provoking discussions about the philosophical and moral questions posed in atsv but all im seeing is a whole bunch of "the whole spider society is evil and fucked up for trying to save the entire fabric of the multiverse even if they have to bear personal grief for it and miles is the only Good One" and man . expected too much from the 'spends 90% time and energy thirsting for scary big vampire guy' fandom huh

#sorry im just . kinda really mad abt takes im seeing (against my will but alas..... twt fyp and ao3 tag cursed as hell) #like ???? just not getting the nuance of the conflict in the movie at All . its not supposed to be one side wholly good one side wholly bad #taking ppl away from this movie for a second and sitting them in front of the trolley problem . baby steps so try to understand this first #NOT ABT MIGUELS METHODS BTW THEY WERE 100% FUCKED UP !!!! he went way too far thats not even up for debate #but more the mindset he was coming from which is still justified from his perspective like dude lost an entire World!! comprehend that !!!! #also ppl getting on gwens and peter bs and peni's cases abt 'betraying' miles like theyre doing smth insanely evil like bro..... enough #aauagghhgh psychic damage from bad takes is happening i need to stop reading these #ummnmnm . dunno if i should even post this idk maybe im the only one thinking too hard abt it #atsv spoilers #my post

[composing-the-future]

sometimes i worry that im being too autistic on the autism website

#kota.txt #Like oh shit is this a normal way to talk #Do my mutuals get what i'm trying to say #Surely they do if they follow me right #its like having to communicate by cutting words out of the dictionary #is what it feels like sometimes #like this is not the most concise or legible way to express this at all #but i dont have the energy to optimize it #^ Literally those two sentences is what i worry about like who the fuck says concise #and now i sound way too Um Acktually im an Intellectual Being Smart is a Curse nerd guy #Like no this is just how i talk sometimes idk why #I could also fully be making too mjch if a big deal out of this to the point where it reads as bragging or something #I have no clue. Fucking hell #Anyway if anyone can relate please lmk i am stranded on an island rn

[saddlepunk]

can literally only swing an apartment w another person and my bf is on the brink of backing out so i have to figure out what the hell is goin on there but god... god!!! i just want to escape!!! i was so goddamn close and now im being knocked all the way back!!! i dont even know where to /start/ looking for a new place to live or people to live with i just. what the fuck is wrong with me and why does this keep happening.

#its gotta be a me thing #which is why im probably gonna just sign up for one of those random roomie sites and inflict myself on a stranger #bc if i move in w anyone i know and it turns out im the thing that keeps ruining everyones lives #i dont wanna fuck up the few scraps of good ive got going for me #these past few months have just been a lot of me realizing how fucked ive been and how deep i keep digging #and i do not know how to get out of it anymore i dont fucking know anybody my viable support system is zero #too much of a coward to kill myself too terrified of the unknown to run away too convinced of my own stupid burden curse to accept help #what the fuck do i do here just #sit and shiver until my heart gives out i guess #maybe this will be it. maybe if move in day comes and passes and im still at home ill just kill myself #it might be easier then like. its obvious im not getting out any other way #so that might as well be it

[scriptistired]

Me, going through series recommendations, seeing buddy daddies: huh, this has similar vibes to my book, I should watch it to get inspo.

After ep 1: This is literally my plot. It's- it is literally the plot of book. Like to a worrying degree of detail. Oh God

Yeah I have also watched buddy daddies. Could you tell?

#BRO THIS HAPPENS WAY TOO FUCKING OFTEN #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #Anyway #their kid isnt cursed and literally the anti crist so its fineeee #its alllll gonna be finnneeee #hmhm #everything #is in my calculations #hmhmm #buddy daddies

[uneclipsing]

hrrhrnrnfh.

#high pain tolerance is a curse #i make things x30000 worse than they are and only feel the effects WAY later when its too fucked up to remedy quickly #and then i die forever and ever #honeydew talks

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hour 14 of taking a break from art for the sake of my tendons: i am Wailing and Keening and Scratching Forlornly At My Tablet

#i dont know if im strong enough but i Need to be strong enough #cant continue doodling if ya wrist doesnt work #clenching my fists and chanting 'this is necessary this is necessary' #ive been going way too hard lately. unfortunately #curse this mortal body and its stupid bullshit mechanics that dont even work half the time #gonna cope by eating overly spicy soup and crochet #well no. i cant crochet. ten minutes of that hurts worse than scribbling for eight gay hours #to put it quite simply - but with feeling: FUCK! #absolutely unprompted #howling and sobbing and baying etc etc #i was gonna finish that commission tonight. then i was gonna start on something else i promised Days ago. #maybe get some doodles done for asks. #work on vines part 2. #but it oof ouch too much :/ #what the hell am i supposed to do now #fold laundry? clean my room? read? WRITE? ha dont make me laugh #i havent written in 2 months and im not about to start now #(said immediately before screaming into a pillow) #maybe ill like... go through my replies for once... see if people are trying to talk to me... #see if im brave enough to Directly Interact outside of asks...

[waywardsalt]

mmmmmm two sketchbook linebecks im pretty happy with

#as much as i love his coat it is very hard to draw. so no coat. or. shirt #my art #loz #legend of zelda #phantom hourglass #linebeck #tossing in my own rendition of shirtless linebeck. woe underweight linebeck be upon ye #i find that i draw heads too small. i have learned that #SERIOUSLY what the fuck happened i dont. im not an artist but these turned out so well and then what i drew after wasnt this good #did some like. artistic spirit pass through me long enough for me to draw these or something #his hair is a fucking mess but its fun that way #like the thing is these are good! thats not what i think linebeck’s face looks like tho #tbh in general he’s fucked he’s so difficult to draw. i have no idea how these two turned out do well but they did #the vibes are off and i am not skilled enough to fix it #but im happy with these #linebeck is doing so fucking bad in ph i bet. he doesnt notice the curse of the ocean king temple at first bc hes used to feeling godawful #that side profile looks GOOD i wish it looked more like how i imagine linebeck to look but it gets the idea down #SHOUTOUT TO VIKTOR ARCANE FOR BEING A REALLY GOOD FACE SHAPE REFERENCE FOR LINEBECK #second pic is a redemption. i have an older shirtless linebeck pic that i used myself as body reference for but it didnt turn out well #hence the viktor shoutout. in the first pic i fucked up his face but this time used viktor as reference and it worked

[maschotch]

Moment of Peace

day one: apple picking

found a prompt list for october which i found out was actually made for a specific fandom but whatever so we’ll see if i can actually follow through on a commitment for once. the plan was to keep these anywhere from 500-1000 words but this one already broke 2k so we’re off to a great start -_-

Jack was brimming with excitement, practically hovering over his seat. With all the willpower a five-year-old could muster, he scarfed down his breakfast with slightly less urgency than a starved man. The knock on the door nearly sent him flying. He turned to look over the top of the chair as he watched his father unlock the door.

“Aunt Jess!” He launched himself out of his chair.  “Is it time? Is it time? Is it time?”

Jess looked to Hotch, who struggled to hide his smile. “Let me clean up breakfast, then we can go.”

Jess knelt to Jack’s height. “See! Almost time. Why don’t you go brush your teeth while I help your dad wash up?”

Jack ran full speed to the bathroom, hitting the wall with a potentially alarming bang before disappearing down the hall. “A full two minutes!” Hotch called after him before waving Jess off. “I’ve got this, just make yourself comfortable and we’ll get going soon.”

Jess meandered slowly around the living room, probably checking to make sure the apartment was taken care of. Hotch could see her linger by a framed picture of Haley and Jack sporting identical smiles as they beamed at the camera. He grimaced internally: he still wasn’t sure if this was the best idea.

Apple picking was a Brooke’s family tradition: taking a day to enjoy the season by taking advantage of a local orchard and hauling back bagfuls of more apples than they could possibly need. Hotch was 17 the first time Haley dragged him along. It was the first time he felt like part of a functional, loving family. They took him in for the day and he got to join in the festivities.

In order to avoid uneaten apples rotting away, they used most of them for pies. (Not even good ones. Hotch loved them all but absolutely no one knew how to bake in that house, and the somehow overdone and dough-ey concoctions were practically inedible. He wasn’t sure how they managed to fuck up every pie so badly. He was almost impressed.) Instead of mounds of uneaten apples, they had a half dozen uneaten pies left over. Eventually, once they got married, it was just Hotch and Haley picking apples and making pies, with Jack soon to join. (Pie quality vastly improved with Hotch’s assistance.)

The year of their separation was the first time Hotch hadn’t gone to the orchard in more than 20 years. Instead he nursed a drink while sitting on the floor behind the couch, falling deeper into the void of unbearable loneliness than he thought possible. He’d never felt more pathetic in his life as he hauled himself to bed at a miserable 7pm, leaving a stack of untouched paperwork for tomorrow’s (likely hungover) Hotch to deal with.

That was his first year without Haley, but this was his first year without Haley. He felt an obligation to maintain some sense of normalcy for Jack’s sake but he found it hard to partake in such a treasured tradition without the person that introduced it into his life in the first place. Nevertheless, the desire to pass something of Haley’s onto Jack outweighed the guilt he had in doing this without her.

Jack was blissfully unaware of his father’s turmoil. His memory of previous orchard visits were hazy at best, but the promise of baked goods was enough to get him riled up. Hotch had invited Jess, hoping she’d be willing to take part in a tradition potentially marred by Haley’s absence, but Jess had seemed enthusiastic. It comforted Hotch somewhat, but he was still uncertain.

Donning coats that were inevitably going to be discarded once the sun was in full blast, they headed for the orchard. Hotch’s fingers thrummed anxiously on the steering wheel, occasionally glancing at Jack in the rearview mirror. Jess peeled her gaze from the window and glanced between the two Hotchner boys: one giddy, one uneasy, both sizzling with anticipation.

“Hey,” Jess whispered to Hotch under Jack singing along to the radio. “Just breathe. It’ll be fun.”

Hotch wished her smile was convincing.

~

The team had already reserved an area, laying claim to their corner of the orchard with a picnic blanket, courtesy of Penelope, and Derek’s speakers.

“Hey, boss man, you finally made it,” Derek grinned. JJ used baby Henry’s arm to wave at their trusted leader as Will clapped his shoulder in greeting. Emily, Penelope, and Spencer had already started—both the apple picking and an argument. Hotch tilted his chin in a questioning gesture to the rambunctious trio, but Derek just rolled his eyes without dampening his smile.  

Jack was enchanted by the sea of apple trees and wasted no time grabbing his father’s hand and dragging him to the nearest tree. With a quick wave to the others, Hotch followed his son and dutifully held a bag as Jack stretched to harvest from the highest branches he could reach. Shifting the bag to one arm, he knelt and raised Jack on his arm, giving him access to a new stratosphere.

It had been a spur of the moment decision to invite the rest of the team. Hotch had mentioned the plans in passing and JJ perked up, chiming in that she’d wanted to do something similar with Henry, even if he was a little young. With mention of Henry, Penelope and Spencer joined the conversation and soon the whole BAU invited themselves to a day at the orchard. It was all a little overwhelming: it happened so fast that Hotch had no time to refuse, before he’d even had a chance to consider if he should refuse.

He called to update Jess with the abrupt additions, hoping she wouldn’t mind the intrusion and mentally preparing himself to face Penelope’s teary pout when he insisted the others stay behind, but Jess had simply laughed and said something about “the more the merrier,” thus sealing his fate. He was a little relieved he didn’t have to break any bad news, but the prospect of babysitting the BAU along with Jack and Jess was more than a little daunting.

He knew he was going to be exhausted.

~

Hotch found himself relieved of Jack-duty when Derek and Emily humbly asked Jack to help them fill their bags. Jack lept at the opportunity to pick more apples and waved at Hotch almost as an afterthought as he followed the two lazy kidnappers. Suddenly childless, Hotch settled on the blanket and sighed deeply, taking in the crisp autumn air and appreciating a moment of quiet.

His mind drifted to the last time he’d been to the orchard. Jack had been wide-eyed and curious, and Haley’s radiant smile rivaled the sun. It was one of the few memories he had of the three of them happy together.

There’s no way Jack remembered. Hotch wondered if Jack had any memory of apple picking the year before with just his mother, but he didn’t want to probe too deeply into any potentially painful subjects. Not that they hadn’t talked about Haley, but Hotch didn’t want to sour the day by reminding the kid of his dead mother.

They’d settled into a routine: wake up, eat breakfast, drive to school, have Jack picked up by Jess while Hotch was at work, return for dinner, help with homework, help with whatever lego set or puzzle Jack was currently working on, get ready for bed, storytime, and goodnight. It was simple and monotonous, and Hotch loved every minute he got to spend with his son.

It had been too long since Hotch was able to see Jack on a consistent basis. Seeing him every day was a blessing, but he wondered if there would ever come a day where he looked at his son without a cold grip of guilt tug his stomach. Jack was his greatest joy, but a constant reminder of his greatest failure. It hadn’t even been a year, so it’s not like Hotch expected to feel normal, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to forgive himself enough to fully immerse himself in a life with his son. It probably wasn’t fair to Jack, but it didn’t feel fair to Haley either.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been lost in thought when his reminiscing was interrupted by a thumping sound and an indignant “Hey!!”

Hotch looked up to see that the generally peaceful activity had devolved into his esteemed agents hurling apple cores at each other in whatever concocted game not everyone was apparently privy to. Emily wiped the lingering apple moisture off her jacket with a few half-hearted swipes and wasted no time retaliating, much to the delight and horror of Jack and Derek. Penelope appeared to be another guilty party, slicing bits of apple to supply as ammunition. Hotch wasn’t sure what the premise or goal of the game was, but the deviants throwing chunks of apple through the air clearly understood the significance.  

“You’re making a mess,” he said without any real annoyance.

Derek threw the next half-eaten apple without acknowledging the unit chief’s interjection. Emily at least turned to stick her tongue out at him, and Penelope clapped her hands together in an apologetic motion, “We’ll pick up! Promise!” before breaking off another piece that landed in Spencer’s hair.  

Hotch shook his head—though he’d be hard pressed to decide whether it was more weary or fond. At least Jack seemed to be having a good time, if his delighted shrieks were anything to go by. Derek, gripping the small boy under his arms, was using him as a shield against incoming fire. Spencer had fully retreated behind JJ, apparently hoping the baby Henry in her arms would be enough of a deterrent to avoid being targeted. Hotch was sure the young genius was underestimating her competitiveness, but he wasn’t about to tell him that.

Was this alright? To enjoy himself like this? Guilt twisted his stomach. It felt wrong without Haley.

“You can’t make yourself miserable forever. Haley wouldn’t want that,” Jess assured, sensing his discomfort. She turned watch the others with a smile. “You have a good family here. They all love you. It would be ungrateful to reject their feelings.”

Hotch blinked at that. He wanted to speak up, to deny that they considered him as anything other than their unit chief. But as JJ handed Henry off to Will so she could tackle Spencer and hold him down while Derek and Emily came pelting the pinned target, Hotch had to question whether that was true. Would they be here now if they didn’t care for him?

He thought of how they’d supported him the past year: Derek carrying the burden of responsibility as unit chief so he could focus on Foyet, Penelope bringing tupperwares of food to make sure he ate, Spencer digging into Foyet’s files over and over again despite his eidetic memory just in case he had missed something or could find any new connections, JJ missing time with her own family to stay late with him at the office so he wouldn’t be completely alone, Emily escorting him home at night so he wouldn’t have to enter his apartment by himself. Their time, their efforts… it was proof enough of their love.

Hotch finally had to admit to himself that it was never them he doubted. It was his own worth: he didn’t deserve their kindness. He couldn’t comfort Derek after Buford, he took Penelope for granted, he couldn’t help Spencer in Hankle’s aftermath, he had nothing but hypocritical advice to give to JJ when she was troubled, he pushed Emily away even as she stood vigil over him.

He had been harsh and abrasive this whole year. He took out his struggles on them and they stayed by his side anyway. Bully that he was, they suffered silently alongside him.

“It’s selfish to make yourself miserable,” Jess interrupted his usual spiral of self-flagellation. “You’re letting the past keep you the people around you. If you spend too much time mourning the life you lost, you’ll miss out on the life you have now.” Jess looked out at the rancorous group, her eyes distant and glazed.

Hotch forced himself to remain impassive, though that twisting in his gut was back again. He hadn’t been the only one to lose someone important that day.

“Thank you for coming today. It meant a lot to Jack.” He hesitated half a second, barely noticeable, wondering if his appreciation would upset her. “To me.”

She turned her head at that, eyes perceptive as ever. He tried not to flinch under her gaze. “I said it before: you’re my family, too.”  

It must’ve seemed so pointless to Jess, all the Foyet business. It was a wonder she wasn’t more angry. He wasn’t sure how to thank her for her kindness, for her understanding.

“I’m sorry.”

It was the wrong thing to say.

“If you say that one more time, I’m gonna smack you upside the head,” she warned, but there was no heat in her voice. Hotch’s lips twitched into a smile—his heart lighter than it had been a few minutes ago.

They spent a little longer basking in serenity before a very pointed command disguised as a question shook the fog from his mind. “Who’s ready for pie?” Emily asked as a extremely unsubtle hint that she was ready to get to Hotch’s apartment and get him baking.  (The childless/godchildless ones had been lured to join by the guarantee of pies, despite the fact that Hotch had made no such promise.) Mutters of agreement rippled through the rest before quickly distracting themselves with the much-disputed delegation of clean-up duty.

Hotch leaned back, a whisper of a smile ghosting his lips. He closed his eyes in a rare moment of indulgence: the sun warmed his bones despite autumn’s chill, but his heart was warmed by the echoing laughter of the people he cherished most. His family. He constantly felt unworthy of the loyalty and love he was awarded daily, but with the jubilant ridiculousness around him, he allowed himself to let the radiance wash over him. He was still unworthy, he was still indebted, but hope for a future unburdened by pain was easier to foster surrounded by so many people precious to him.

Just this once, he thought, let me have this moment.

#pretend i didnt post this 30 min too late ok i had to take my dog to the vet #which took four fucking hours akdhkshd #n e ways. im bizee tmrw so i was hoping to write at least one more tonight but Shit Happened today so we’ll see what tomorrow brings #its entirely possible that i wont even write anything—in which case i’ll delete this and pretend it didnt happen akdhkshd #cm writings #cm fics #aaron hotchner #jess #curse these fall days

[mushroom-winners-proof]

Jumping off the skin tone convos yesterday, it looks like Sora has been becoming paler. Like, his tan is KINDA there. But it’s not as prominent as it used to be. I thought it might have been a kh3 thing that might get fixed in future games, but then smash bros Sora came out (which is prob where he looks the palest). And then the trailer for kh4…

I just miss my tan islander boy. Hate how that’s seemingly being stripped away from him.

ALT

ALT

why is he so fuckin grey

#snap chats #IT'S SO STARK HELP #SORA WASN'T EVEN THAT DARK BEFORE WHY CHANGE IT ???? #not gonna judge the KH4 trailer TOO harsly because it's beta footage but still holy fuck #like at least in KH3 he still has color- his undertone is more red opposed to olive now but i's still sort of tanned #and then SSBU happened ad im gonna hurl #'snap its the lighting' i chose the most neutral spot from the KH4 trailer #ALSO LIGHTING DOESNT TAKE SOMEONES MELANIN ??? #my son's turning into undercooked meat omg he really is dead #its not hard to give a character tan skin and have them keep it i swear to god i hate this industry #my eyes were burning the entire time i was making this post #it might be because of lotion or rose oil but either way this is cursed

[lemongogo]

i feel like i never talk ab vash frlsies but . hes like my fav character in the whole series hrmm..

#mc powerrr #I LOVE HIIMMMMNN #charlie sent me a vid like . 2 days ago and i thini i have pro ably watched it at least 150 times by now HELPPDHJE #so much i want 2 say ab him.. draw ..post .. (said like swinging my legs back n forth like oohh yk) #i have soo much trouble drawing him too its a fucking curse💔 #any time i do i cross my arms adn squint .. thts not him … #i cant capture his essence yet but the Day I Do .. #also #im soo bad @ ranking charas bc my feelings r always changing but if i had to choose a second place fav #itd be a tie btwn wolfwood elendira and knives #and then third would be livio and millie… ❤️ sry i love meryl i do i do but she never rly clicked for my brain #omfg legato.. too. in tier 3 but ths guy might claw his way up to 2 #vash #trigun